ABSTRACT
A journal which boasts of its Horae Celticae cannot pass this most extraordinary title-page withont observing that the author ought to have been more guarded against the malicious Gael who imposed it on the inquisitive Sassenach. But as the doorway they quitted, a thin man clad as the Saxon, Trouser and cap and jacket of home-spun blue, hand-woven, Singled out, and said with determined accent to Hewson, Resting his hand on his shoulder, while each with eyes dilating Firmly scanned each: Young man, if ye pass through the Braes o' Lochaber, See by the loch-side ye come to the Bothie of Toper-na-fuosich.
